Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net FRANK MERRIWELL'S RETURN TO YALE BY BURT L. STANDISH AUTHOR OF "Frank Merriwell's Schooldays," "Frank Merriwell's Trip West," "Frank Merriwell's Chums," "Frank Merriwell's Foes," "Frank Merriwell Down South," etc. PHILADELPHIA. DAVID MCKAY, PUBLISHER, 604-8 SOUTH WASHINGTON SQUARE. Copyright, 1897 and 1904 By STREET & SMITH Frank Merriwell's Return to Yale [Illustration: "The door opened and in walked Frank Merriwell."] FRANK MERRIWELL'S RETURN TO YALE. CHAPTER I. GREETINGS ON THE CAMPUS. "Ah, there, Merriwell!" Frank Merriwell was crossing the campus at good old Yale, and this cry, in a familiar voice, sounded from Durfee Hall. He turned his eyes toward the favorite dormitory, and seated at an open window on the ground floor he saw his classmate, Jones, he of the famous nickname, "Dismal." "Hello, Dismal," called Frank, "aren't you going to come out and shake hands with a fellow?" "I would if it wasn't for the shower," responded Jones, whose usually solemn face was graver than ever. "Shower?" repeated Frank, looking up in surprise at the perfectly clear sky. "I see that you've just arrived, so that you probably haven't noticed it," said Dismal, coming out of his window to avoid going around through the hall. He came slowly across the grass plot that lay between him and Frank and held out his hand, saying: "How are you, Frank? I'm glad to see you." Frank, who had just come from the railway station, had a gripsack in each hand. He set them down upon the grass and shook Dismal's hand warmly. "There it goes!" exclaimed Dismal, with something like animation, "the shower's begun again." Frank's brows wrinkled in perplexity. "I don't see any signs of a shower," he said. "That's because you haven't been here all the morning," returned Jones, solemnly. "I've been sitting there in my window for fully three hours watching it; it's been a perfect rain of gripsacks on the campus. Every fellow that comes along stops to shake hands with everybody he meets, and every time he stops, down goes his gripsacks." Frank laughed. "You're the same old cheerful joker, Dismal," he said. "But you're beginning early. If you keep up this sort of thing you'll actually get caught laughing before the end of the junior year." There was a faint shadow of a smile on Dismal's face as he responded: "Well, anyhow, Frank, I'm glad to see all the fellows come trooping back. Are you glad to get here yourself?" "Why, of course I am." "Had a good time during the vacation?" "I always have a good time," said Frank. "Don't you?"